At the meeting of our lips is the sigh that speaks of a thousand lies. ~N.V.

It was only once the passion of your ragged breath slipped off my naked shoulders, I realized what it meant to be the ‘other woman.’ Because as the whispers of your sweet nothings slid off these sheets, the only lingering words left on my skin were the broken sounds of her heartbreak. ~N.V.

It was at the point where I got lost between the path created by my lies and the light shining through someone else’s eyes that I found my home in the touch of every person who made a dead end seem like an open road. ~N.V.

Woven through the lingering words left on my skin by your lips is the whisper of everything forbidden. ~N.V.

I looked forward to falling in love all my life, that I never anticipated the crushing need to fall out of it. ~N.V.

Within the dying embers of once-raging lovers, and the rays of every long-gone sunset, your afterglow became the only light my heart could catch. ~N.V.

In a world torn apart by religion, strife, and the sharp edge of political knives, I seek comfort in the unity created by heartbreak. With each being different from the rest, it’s funny that every beat behind every chest creates the same symphony. After all, a broken heart is the only thing you can’t fake. ~N.V.

Of all of my memories stuck within worn out photographs -the ones I’ll never be able to touch again- I miss the child trapped within those frames the most. ~N.V.

You watch the smile on my lips and the war in my eyes to tell me how it’s always the ones who don’t stop laughing that live their lives behind broken lies. ~N.V.

My shallow heart learned to swim in the depth behind your eyes. ~ N.V.

My eyes have always told a story too damaged for the world to want to read. ~N.V.

I loved you with a wildness not even your touch could tame. ~N.V.

Some wonder what’s behind the bars you see caging my restless eyes. You see, it’s a wall carefully designed by the chipped pieces of my broken heart, and the debris of lingering touches left behind by almost-lovers, like melancholic art. ~N.V.

The moment you walked away, you turned our story into my greatest legacy. ~N.V.

I stood under the moonlight trying to figure out when the memories of you became my shadow. ~N.V.

I watch the wisps of my cigarette smoke intertwine together and fade away, like an illusion you have to be lucky enough to catch. And in that moment I realized why my favorite vice always reminded me of you. ~N.V.

I allowed hope to make people my greatest catastrophes. ~N.V.

My mother always told me to be what I’d want to see staring back at me in a reflection. Maybe that’s why when I look into my eyes in a mirror, I see a heart of the broken and the smile of a warrior. ~N.V.

You say it’s a cry of the weak. But I call it my roar of victory. Because it took what feels like a lifetime to accept that it takes strength to need a helping hand. ~N.V.

When did owning the world start feeling like a weight on my shoulders? ~N.V.